2 acessos
Well I met him at the courthouse
Playin´ French harp on the steps
And I loved him like a brother
No better friend could any man have
Well his daddy was a rounder
Till he drank his self to death
Left his momma to raise the family
She was working when she drew in her last breath
People say we're no count and we're sorry
But it's a long hard road we travel on
And we'll never, never strike it rich
Down in Sugar Ditch
Well he never had no money
And no way to get him none
Just a poor boy going nowhere
Till one morning, morning he was gone
Well I heard he's up in Memphis
Everybody knows his name
He broke out of this red dirt prison
And I swear I´ll follow him someday
People say we're no count and we're sorry
But it's a long hard road we travel on
And we'll never, never strike it rich
Down in Sugar Ditch
I'm going away, I'm going away
Cause there ain't no future in this place
I'm going away, I'm going away
Cause there ain't no future in this place
I'm gonna leave Sugar Ditch
I'm going away